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victor tripp Jun 2013
throw out the old thought think in the new goodbye to old me hello new day clearing paths not blazed love for life nurture whom you can rage against hate feed those who are cold up  down around love all in the human race warm and don"t disgrace with misfortune  and distaste try to keep  a brave face deep woods or outer space cherish and protest the human race
victor tripp Jun 2013
let the free wind comb your dark hair with  the  inquiring eye  watch the  Nile flow slowly in the mind take my reaching hand and walk through the green swaying grass let the warmth of beating sun warm city skin stare into the mirror of standing truth and know beauty as Nations come forth from your ***** do not flee the hurricane of unchecked hate for we will face it together under skies of unmoving blue
victor tripp Jun 2013
the measure of man is not the size of the shoe or belt size or how big the head its the size of  the heart  the welcoming hand the dream the plan the courage inside makes the measure of the man of course on a different level say ability to create and even annihilate you see there is no half-way for him
victor tripp Jun 2013
the difference between man  and man white as paper white as shoe lace black as ink black as pocket  inside people are pinkish brown yellow red tan not much difference to see between man to man
victor tripp Jun 2013
the yes of your body is deep I aim the ecstasy of being forward like fire held back to long wanting to be held feeling as empty as winter of summer life  and green needing desire and touch if not shared the flesh takes hold of fault the dream escapes not soars the grief lasts for what might have been
victor tripp Jun 2013
silence ticks like  a clock inside  the world is us here in the room we enter to make music with the joining of hearts I kneel in tenderness not getting lost in the rustle of sighs singing tunes known many times before the faster we approach we laugh
victor tripp Jun 2013
some talk about national politics as if they were dense  a mysterious lover not always faithful as they becoming nostalgic while pumping high gas and taking home screaming prices on milk and bread yet hungry all the time for raises riding crowded buses to disappearing jobs drinking water from taxed glasses of debt living every moment under the dark cloud of need like every one else ducking daily bullets reaching out
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